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I changed my blog URL from kateyintransit (which was, let’s face it, pretty lame) to infinitiesintransit, which, admittedly, probably doesn’t make much sense to the layperson — but simply put, it’s because of my endless fascination with how to find and spend my infinities within the the infinitesimal and most definitely not infinite time I have on this earth.

There’s this quote from this John Green novel, The Fault in Our Stars, which seems a little silly to just call “this John Green novel” like I do all the other John Green novels because it’s spent weeks on the New York Times bestseller list and it’s blown up more than any of Green’s other books have — which makes me feel like my private life has been put on display for the world to see, as the world begins to discover what a treasure Green’s writing is and begin to fall in love with him as a writer the same way I did so many years ago.

Anyway, infinities and TFIOS. There’s this line in the book, “Some infinities are bigger than other infinities,” and in context, it explains that there are an infinite amount of numbers between 0 and 1 (like .111, .112, .113, and so on forever) but there are also an infinite amount of numbers between 0 and say, a million, therefore infinity is not a (ha) finite number — it could be any number. And that blows my mind.

There are a finite amount of days that I am allowed to spend on this earth. I don’t know what that amount is, and I’m sure I’m better off not knowing. But my goal in life is to find as many little infinities — as many things that can last forever, however long my forever may be — as possible.

So that’s why “infinities.” But why in transit? That one’s less complicated.

Because I never want to slow down or stop. I never want to stay in one place for too long, whether physically or mentally or emotionally or professionally or creatively. I’m 22 years old and my life, by nature, is constantly in transit. I want my infinities to be in transit, too. I want to live out my forever and discover my infinities within my need to constantly be moving. Is that realistic? Maybe not. But when have I ever been realistic?